Page 64 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

His seed trickles out and down the inside of my thighs. I am so full of him that it is hard to imagine where it all fits.

His gaze rakes over me, one of intensity and lust, before he lowers a hand and lifts the skirt of my hide dress higher so that I can better see where I’m impaled on his cock.

A wanton moan escapes my lips, and my pussy squeezes over him. He is so huge there, his thick male flesh splitting mine. “Goddess. I didn’t know it would be like this.”

The wicked barbarian only grins, lowers his lips to my throat, and bites.

There is a moment of brief pain before I fly apart and find rapture once again.

Alfred

“Now that is a pretty picture, is it not?” I growl beside her ear before lowering my lips to kiss the claiming mark as I watch us in the mirror. The tiny princess is impaled upon my cock. Her skirt has been lifted so that I can see where I enter her. I move my fingertips back and forth over her clit, enjoying the way it prolongs her climax and makes her squeeze my knot. Her legs are spread wide. Her tits are out and quivering, covered in little marks where my mouth has been.

I have bitten her throat—could not help myself from completing the cycle now my knot is inside her.

Her face is flushed, and her pretty hair is drawn over one shoulder.

Behind her is a huge barbarian, easily twice her size.

I have one arm clamped around her waist, my fingers against her clit, petting her, encouraging her to milk more of my seed. My other hand is full of plump tit. I will be locked for a while, and so I play with her tits, one side then the other, squeezing her nipples, making them fat and long. Enjoying her sweet pleasure moans as her pussy clenches all over me.

I kiss the side of her throat, nipping her earlobe, and then trace kisses along her jaw. “Gods, you feel good. I love you, mate—adore you, admire you. I lust after you. You are a dream in living flesh.”

Her left-hand reaches back to grip the back of my neck, and she twists her head so we can share a lusty kiss full of tongues and gusty breaths.

As soon as my knot softens, I ease from her warmth, but only long enough to take her to the fine bed she has prepared for me. Here I rut her, taking her over and over again, encouraging her to take my seed into her anyway she needs. And she does need it, for her fertile state and the many weeks mated to an alpha act upon her like a potent aphrodisiac. She is insatiable, riding me for her pleasure, her tits bouncing as I lay back in my barbaric bed, sucking me, climbing over me, and demanding I eat her out.

I have only heard tales about how wild and intense it can be with a beta, how the alpha is controlled yet no less obsessed with breeding his mate. Joyfully, I sink into a special kind of rut.

Later, when I finally rouse to thoughts of food, and not rutting, I know my mate is thoroughly bred.

Epilogue

Penelope

Only a week later, we are back in the capital city in the heart of Pershore for our wedding ceremony.

I feel what it is to be a princess.

Not in the sense of being a daughter to a king, but in the sense of any woman about to commit to the man she loves before the Goddess. The whole day has been lost under a frenzy of preparation as my maids flittered around me under the direction of my great-aunt, ensuring my hair was coiled just right and my gown and headdress perfect. Standing before the mirror, I stare at a stranger who looks impossibly exotic in the traditional vow-gown of my mother’s people. The dress is sky blue and embroidered with silk stitching on the bodice and around the hem of the full skirts. The headdress is an elaborate ensemble that settles like a tall, layered crown, covered with gems and precious stones that twinkle and sparkle as I twist this way and that.

“Beautiful!” my great-aunt gushes. “How proud your mother would be!”

Tears spring from my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. Today is a day not for tears but for celebrating. Today, I honor my mother as I join with the man I love.

My father enters the room as the maids and my great-aunt fuss over the finishing touches. I see the shine in his eyes as he takes my hands and leans in to kiss my cheek. “My beautiful daughter! How perfect you look.”

I know he is thinking about my mother. On such days, it is inevitable that she should be close to all our thoughts. A new life is already growing inside me, the product of the love between Alfred and me. How I wish she were here to guide me as I journey into motherhood.

We cannot change what has come to pass; we can only build upon what we have. Many times, my father has spoken about how my mother held me for that brief moment before she passed, how happy she was to have borne me into the world, and how she shared a final look with my father that held all their love for each other and me.

There was a time when I was scared of the future, but I am not scared anymore. Time is precious; we cannot know how much or how little of it we might claim.

Every day is a gift, and I would treat it as such.

A smart coach with two white horses transports us to the temple, where we will speak our vows.

Alfred waits for me, looking resplendent in a matching blue silk suit with embroidery upon the cuffs and lapels. His hair is neatly braided to either side of his face, falling over his shoulders; his beard is likewise braided. He is still very much a barbarian, but now he is a barbarian in a suit.

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